For the truth was, she had enjoyed that kiss on Lord Wycliffe’s terrace . . . and this one as well. More than enjoyed; she delighted in the sensation of his hands upon her, savored the taste and heat of him in her mouth and all through her.
He lifted his mouth from hers, so tenderly she again felt the inexplicable sting of tears. He propped a hand beside her head. The other cradled her cheek, effectively trapping her within his gaze, within the breadth of his arms.
‘‘What I had been about to say before you so rudely interrupted me is that I must be certain of rendering the right decision. I may have been hasty that night. I shall think more about your request, and I shall take my time thinking about it, so do not ask again. You’ll know when I’ve reached my decision.’’
He brushed his lips against hers, and the graze of his tongue raised shivers that left her weak and feverish. He pulled back again and his eyes, blazing in the dimness, held her immobile but for her trembling fingertips. ‘‘Never put words into my mouth, my dear. Your tongue, your lips, your sighs of pleasure, yes. But never words. I will not stand for it.’’
For the first time she felt afraid of him, truly afraid, and not because of anything anyone might have said about him. He didn’t need rumors to make him fearsome. He need only kiss her and look at her like that.
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